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I wasn't completely shocked; I had gotten a little bit used to these ideas.
My hand rose to stroke the area Bella had painted I let it fall; the green paint was smudged onto my hands.
I shook my head and looked up at her. In an exasperated voice I asked, "Wasn't the walls enough?"
"Nope," she answered from behind me, I felt the cool strip on back and knew she had swiped the back of my shirt.
I closed my eyes; I focused on the sound of her breathing and the soft muffled pad of her feet on the carpet. I waited for the right moment; she hit me several times while I was waiting but just before I knew she would slash my face before I opened my eyes and hit the brush from her slow hands. The brush flew to the other side of the room.
I smiled at her slightly agape mouth, and then she smiled evilly at me.
I knew exactly what she was going to do and my smile fell. I ran before she had the chance to poof.
I had almost reached it when she appeared above the brush, grabbed it and swiped my arm with the soft bristles before disappearing again.
She poofed and painted me numerously while I tried to steal the brush back off her. It took several minutes but eventually I snagged the brush from Bella's fingers.
She was puffing and a gleeful smile spread across her face as I looked down at my self.
I was green; I would have thought all the brush would have come off after the first few strokes but it seemed she must have dipped it in the paint a couple of times for the was a lot of paint on my clothing and skin.
I looked back at her, my mouth hanging open as I gestured to my body. She just laughed, not a nice laugh either, it was like she was sneering at me.
I walked to my bathroom, the air in the doorway shimmered before her form appeared in the doorway, blocking my way.
"Please move," I asked quietly.
"No," she said and spread her legs so her stance was stronger.
I just pushed through her, unlike disappearing like I thought she would. She stayed strong but since I was a vampire me simply walking through pushed her down, her head hit the corner of the door.
I was immediately shocked at myself. I swooped down to her and lifted her head from the edge.
Her eyes were clamped shut, "Ow," she squeaked.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean …" my apology was cut short when she lifted her hand to my mouth. Her soft warm fingers pressed against my hard, cold ones. It scared me how good it felt.
"You-you said sorry," she whispered.
"I maybe be a cold hearted monster but that doesn't mean I am heartless," I said with a crooked smile.
"You're sorry about pushing me, but not about killing me," her voice betrayed her confusion.
"Ha," I laughed humorlessly, "not sorry. Why did you think that?" I asked her.
"Because…"
"No, Bella. I'm extremely sorry; you didn't see me after I … killed you. I was broken, I hadn't killed someone in so long, I felt so guilty and I loathed myself so much at that moment that," I sighed. "You don't need to hear the details, it's just that Bella, killing you was probably one of the biggest mistakes of my life." My words were completely honest and they echoed with the truth in them.
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